Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Make Up,
New Order,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.